Here's Chapter 11, Please read and review If you have any complaints or thoughts I'd love to hear them.

Chapter 11

Saphira landed with a thud in front of Roran's home. Eragon had expected Katrina to be there but had not expected to see Arya. She stood there apprently talking to Katrina while keeping her back turned to Eragon. Had he known that he would be encountering her this soon he would have avoided coming. Ayra didn't so much as acknowledge them as Eragon climbed off of Saphira and moved towards the house. Eragon found her cold dispostion strange even for her, Katrina had noticed it as well as Arya had stopped talking the moment he and Saphira had landed. He tried not to notice her icy glare as he moved towards the house and asked, 'Katrina where is Roran?' She sighed half heartedly as she cradled her son and answered, 'At the training field, until he finds something else to focus his energies towards it'll have to do.' Eragon nodded in understanding, he knew all to well what it was like to be so full of energy yet have nothing to do. He had asked Islanzadi to allow him the opportunity to build a farm but her answer had been no, Roran had then been given an hour long explination of how the elves could sing the plants into being without harming the land.

Roran of course lacked that ability. Eragon turned to look at Arya who still glared at him and asked in a friendly manner, 'So Arya, how have you been?' It seemed a feeble question but the friendly nature behind it could not be mistaken. Arya didn't so much as smile at the question but instead chose to glare at him more deeply than before. He had hoped that she would have heard the story of the spirit loose in Du Weldenvarden and forgiven him as Saphira had. It wasn't until he tried to contact Saphira that he realized what was wrong. A cloud of pure hatred lay like a thick fog over everything and it didn't take Eragon long to realize why Arya was so bitter. This spirit or whatever it was that infested the home of the elves had taken control of her, nothing short of malevolence radiated from her. He huridly walked back to Saphira and climbed onto her back. 'We've got to get out of here.' Saphira snorted her agreement and leapt into the air. No sooner than she was air bourne that something all together shocking happened. As Saphira flapped to gain more Altitude a bliding pain shot through Eragon that caused Saphira to scream in agony. As Eragon began blacking out he gave her one order, 'Fly Saphira!' With that Eragon passed out and fell sideways of Saphira and fell twelve feet towards the ground, a fletched arrow potruding from his shoulder.

Eragon groaned softly, the pain of his wound still seemed fresh though it must surely be hours since it happened. He rolled over and open his eyes, seeing nothing. His first immediate thought was of being bound eye and hand alike until a door to his left opened and light poured in. He squinted his eyes at the light trying to make out who it was who walked in until he heard a voice that frightened him more than anything he had heard yet, 'So Rider you wake, I hope that my minions didn't harm you much.' Though the voice echoed with the dark powers that infused it and was much deeper than normal there was no mistaking that voice. 'Galbatorix!' Eragon croaked shout was met shadowed laughter as the visage of Eragon's enemy was revealed in the light, 'Indeed, you gave me a rather opportune chance in death, I thank you.' His features were so terrible that any lesser a man would have soiled himself to look on them. His face was exactly as it had been upon first meeting him except his sink was a pallid grey with visible veins of black stretched across his face. His hair was down to his shoulders and seemed to be made of black flames, roiling an moving constantly. His eyes were slited and were a piercing red and when he smiled at Eragon's' horror struck face he saw only a mouth full of even razor sharp teeth that dripped some viscous liquid that burned through the floor on contact. The horror of this recent event rendered Eragon speechless for he had clearly seen Galbatorix die and yet here he was, darker and more evil than ever but still very much alive.

He pulled back from the light, his red eyes glinting evily as he spoke again, 'You were foolish to believe me truly dead, and now I have returned to complete what I started. But now I shall show them the power of the spirit plane, they will know ultimate power. I will be known to them as a Master, the composrer of their presevation and reviver of their race.' He grinned as he sat in a chair in front of Eragon, 'I know you sent Saphira away, she will not heed this order for long and you know it, she will come for you and I will be waiting for her.' Eragon knew he was right. With the bond between them so much stronger than it had ever been, she would risk life and limb to save him. He knew that any attempt to do this would be futile for Eragon senced but a thousanth of Galbatorix's power. Galbatorix turned and looked at the elves standing at the door who nodded and left. Smilling evilly he looked back at Eragon and spoke in low tones, 'I know that you have been to the spirit plane recently, though I know not why. Despite my immence power I can't read your mind or heart.' Eragon thought he knew why this was and he was not about to reveal to his most hated enemy what that was. This monster had enough power as it was and Eragon was not about to give him more. Eragon looked for any method of escape but finding no window or door through which to escape he knew that he was doomed to suffer at his hands. Galbatorix rose and left, stopping at the door long enough to say in a low hiss, 'Soon enough, rider, you will suffer, you will witness horror's that you've only ever concieved in your nightmares. Sleep well...'

Eragon slumped against the floor as the door closed with a snap behind Galbatorix. He had no idea how he was going to get out of this one. If Saphira tried to rescue him she'd be captured and if Roran tried sneaking in he'd be brought under the control of Galbatorix, if he hadn't already. One thing that he had noticed was the fact that he could still feel his magic, why he had not been drugged escaped him but at the moment he didn't much care. He cleared his mind slowly, reaching for his magic but before he had even touched it he heard another voice in his mind, 'Rider, are you there?' Eragon sat up sharply as he responed, 'Shurikan? Is that you?' 'Yes Rider.' Eragon's immediate thought was that this was some kind of trick set up by Galbatorix for how could Shruikan have avoided the attention of Galbatorix. 'To answer your questions Rider, this is not a trick, I made a pact with a spirit of Valor to get in here undetected, I owe you a debt that can never be repaid.' Eragon relaxed a little but was still unsure if any of this was true. Even if Shruikan had managed to contact a spirit of Valor and make a pact with it, it still begged the question, how long would that protection last. Eragon jumped as a loud cracking came from behind as a huge section of the tree he was imprisoned in was ripped away. Shruikan stood there looking in at Eragon who did not need urging. Quickly reaching for his magic Eragon whispered, 'Jierda' focusing on the ropes that bound him. They snapped instantly. Eragon scrambled up the splintered wall and out onto Shruikan's neck. At that moment the door opened again and Galbatorix walked into the room. His smile was one of someone who knew exactly what was going on.

He leered at Shruikan as he said in a tone of one adressing a misbehaving four year old, 'Now we weren't trying to run away were we?' Shruikan's eyes widened in fear at the sight of his old master, renewed in his own way. He spat a ball of flame at him but the flames enveloped him for a mere second before they were extinguished and Galbatorix completely unharmed. 'Don't fight him, just fly!' Shruikan didn't need telling twice. He leapt back into the air as a bolt of red energy the like of which they'd never seen streaked past, reducing every tree it hit to a pile of white hot ash. Shruikan struggled to gain altitude but it was as though enourmous weights had been dropped on him. His wings beat friutlessly at the air as they stuggled to gain alttitude. Eragon looked down and saw the elves standing below, bows out and arrows in place. Eragon yelled in warning and Shruikan rolled avoiding the arrows but losing the little altitude he had gained. He crashed to the ground as the elves came running toward them, arrows being pulled from quivers as they went. Eragon did the most expeidiant thing that came to mind. He launched himself towards the elves, turing into a dragon as he did so. The shocked screams that came from the elves were drowned by his roar as he billowed flame at the ground in front of him, creating a wall of flame that the elves were helpless to get through. He let out a snort of saticefaction that turned immediately into a roar of pain as something pierced his left foreleg. He looked down and saw Arya, holding the hilt of Brisingr which she had stabbed through his leg. Her eyes glinted evilly as she muttered the blades name over again as if willing it to erupt into flames.

He picked his leg of the ground, she still gripped the blade feircly even as he did this, and slammed it against the ground, knocking her off in the process. He looked at her and mentally called the magic that would render her unconsious. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she slummped against the ground. He lifted her in his jaws gently and took off, Shruikan following close behind. Eragon guessed that Galbatorix let them go but was eager to believe that they had managed to escape all their own. It wasn't long before the voice of Shruikan entered his mind, 'Well Rider, it seems that you have learned a new trick. I take it that you have already mated with Saphira.' Eragon didn't answer the question, as far as he was concerned that was no ones buisness but theirs. Shruikan took his silence as all the answer he needed and let out a displeased huff that didn't go unnoticed. Had Arya not been in his jaws Eragon would have turned to face him and snarled as it was he had an innocent life to think about. Shruikan had helped save Eragon's life but his gratitude stretched only so far as to bear his company. 'Rider, we have an important matter that we need to discuss.' Eragon rolled his eyes and steeled his resolve to not do anything rash, instead asking iritably, 'What is it?' Shruikan huffed again and said, 'Not now, this matter concerns all of us.' With that he angled toward the edge of Du Weldenvarden and Eragon followed.

Probably short, but I hope you liked it, tell me what you thought.